Yesterday’s dark, dreary day is still here, but it is even getting darker. Overnight it rained, a quiet rain. Everything is still wet. My papers were on the steps, but I needed to go across the street to my mailbox then I had to rehang some of the ornaments on the outside tree. Meanwhile, my coffee was perking.

Today is warm. Tonight will go down to the 30’s. Right now, we are under a tornadic thunderstorm warning. I have seen lightning and heard the thunder. It will rain and off all day. I got an emergency communication about the tornados and also advice as to where to go in the house to be at the safest. The chief warned of downed wires because of the heavy wind and rain.

Last night I thought I’d order delivery. I read through three or four menus but nothing appealed to me. I did love one sandwich suggestion, one for a BLT. The description read a bacon, tomato and lettuce sandwich, a BTL.

Henry needs food, and the cats need treats. I need bread and light cream. I’m going out later.

When I was kid, every day made memories. My walk to school was the same route for eight years, but it wasn’t the same walk. Some days it was raining, even pouring, but I had to walk anyway. I loved the walk when it was snowing. I’d stick my tongue out to catch the snowflakes and throw snowballs at my friend who’d squeal and run. Her back was my next target. In the fall, leaves were great fun. I’d walk along the street next to the curb so I could kick up leaves. I’d get to school with bits of leaves on my skirt, my socks and my shoes. Spring time walking to school was amazing, my favorite of all the seasons. I got to watch the leaves bud and grow on the trees lining the sidewalk. The tree trunks were tall and thick, and the top branches were wide and long. Every morning felt a bit warmer, and I got to shed some layers. It didn’t take long for the leaves to grow and shade the sidewalk. By May, my walk passed green lawns, trees heavy with leaves and gardens filled with early flowers. That spring walk took me the longest to get to school. I kept stopping to take in the morning.

It has started to rain heavily enough that I heard it hitting the back door. This is the sort of rain which makes me wish I had a metal roof.